"Tea?"
*The Barn Owl says, her speaking was the only noise Wesker could hear from her. This person sat above Wesker in one of the rafters of the Raccoon city police Station main Lobby. This Masked person having a cup of Tea, with steam still rolling off the top, in one hand and a small tea cup plate in the other.*
@silent-flight
The absence of panic draws a rather peculiar scene when he finally looks up. The figure peering down at him is unexpected. Unusual - even for the standards of this place. But it does not rouse much more than a slight tilt of his head as he notes the objects in their hand.
Harmless - on the surface at least. But that is true of many who reside here in The Fog.
Remaining still unphased as ever, he steps a few paces back. Creating room so that he can have a better look at his guests without craning his neck.
Were they a new killer or something else entirely?
"Do you make a habit of offering refreshments throughout the realms?" He questions.
As amusing a thought as that might be, he is far more enticed by the prospect that some of the others have gored them for even daring. How often has this creature been turned into a wet, bloody smear? The question rouses the malice deep inside of him. Which surfaces as nothing more than a polite, neutral expression
